George Capron


Travelling Home - Poem by George Capron

TONIGHT MY SOUL IS TROUBLED
WITHOUT SLEEP I LAY IN THE DARK
PAIN AND SUFFERING IS DOUBLED
AS I LAY HERE WITHOUT ANY SPARK

APPARITIONS APPEAR BEFORE ME
FROM OUT OF MY MYSTERIOUS PAST
THEY HAVE COME TO DEVOUR ME
AND TAKE ME HOME AT LAST

AS I LAY AWAKE IN BED
THINKING OF YOUTHFUL DAYS GONE BY
ONLY HAPPY THOUGHTS INVADE MY HEAD
AS THEY COME I CAN ONLY SIGH.

THESE ARE NOSTALGIC THOUGHTS OF MAMA
THAT JUST WON’T LET ME GO.
THEN THERE ARE THOSE OF PAPA
THAT MAKES MY SPIRIT GLOW.

THESE HAPPY DAYS OF BOYHOOD
IN DAYS BOTH SWEET AND SLOW
WHEN I COULD WANDER IN THE WOODS
WITH JOY, IN MY HEART’S FLOW.

THESE HAPPY CARE FREE DAYS
MY MIND GOES BACK TO EXPLORE,
THE THOUSAND MYRIAD WAYS
THAT BRINGS ME TO HEAVEN’S SHORE.

OLD TIME HAS COME BELATED
I THINK BUT I’M NOT SURE.
THERE ARE OTHERS LONG AWAITED
THIS JOURNEY TO HEAVEN’S DOOR.

THROUGH THE MIST THAT SURROUNDS ME
I SEE A LIGHT COME SHINING THROUGH
RIGHT AWAY I KNEW THIS WAS HEAVEN,
MOTHER’S SMILE, NOTHING COULD UNDO.

HER JOY IS FOR HER WAYWARD BOY
WHOM SHE PRAYED HARD TO SUBDUE
THIS IS A SOURCE OF ETERNAL JOY
ANOTHER OF HER SONS HAS COME THROUGH.

THE VALE OF DARKNESS, CAST BY SATAN
SICK SOULS CANNOT PASS BY
TO THE PLACE OF GOD’S ANOINTED
SHE LONG AWAITED OUR ARRIVAL TOO.

ON THIS DAY HEAVEN’S BELLS RING
ANOTHER OF HER SONS, HAS PASSED THE VALE.
THE ANGELS SING.THE BELLS OF HEAVEN RING.
OPEN WIDE YOUR HEARTS AND MOUTHS,
PRAISE GOD AND SING! SING! SING!

Topic(s) of this poem: travelling


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 9, 2015


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